The Nipple's Talking to Belinda

If I was the manager of the pence, I'd be like, it's them again. Get them out. It's a bloody sense, Dan. They're going to get their tits out. Also, if you're in the pantry thinking, we'll get a quick drink before we catch our evening flight - what is this grothel? Can you imagine if you're just like popping over to Meorca for a week? Yeah, that's the last image people have of England before they leave.